In June 1983, my dad dropped me off at an Edwards Cinema near South Coast Plaza, in Santa Ana, California, to see Ingmar Bergman’s Fanny and Alexander, a 3-hour foreign film that had been covered enthusiastically by the Los Angeles Times’ Calendar section. I was 15...
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